The waitress came to take our order. I grabbed your hand and placed it under the table on my inner thigh. As she was taking our order, I pulled my skirt up. I wasn’t wearing any panties. I slipped your hand in between my thighs. She was still taking YOUR order. I grabbed your finger and slid it inside of me. The waitress turned to me and said, “And for you, miss?” I stared directly into her eyes and politely ordered a club soda with a splash of lime (I do not consume alcohol, remember?), the grilled kale salad with dressing on the side, and a baked sweet potato, hold the butter, while my pussy was getting wetter and wetter under the table with your fingers inside of me.
My voice did not falter a bit. That waitress had no idea. I wanted to cum while ordering and see how stealthily and quietly I could gush my wetness out all over your hand while calmly ordering my dinner, staring directly into that innocent, clueless waitress.